1600

1600 days 1600 years I done faced my fears while you were gone I cried tears my big uncle put a Glock in my hand pressure no peer I’m silent in the night metal solid no gear we at the opps crib bust the corner in scat we done kicked down the door and we done shot up all his cats damn that was whack we robbed a white dude course he thought we were black popped one in his back white boy pulled out the drum we running like it’s track silence in the night except for that boy drum said crack crack crack crack uh 1600 days and 1600 years that’s more than life in prison ptsd in my ears now listen young blud just take the plea deal I knew that I was cooked as soon as I gripped the steering wheel that one night had me shook I was crying while I was sleep but then I had woke and it was all a freaking dream (gosh dang) 1600 days 1600 years I done faced my fears while you was gone I cried tear I’m not about that life I’m to rich to be a hoodlum why did I think that I was hood enough to see a drum dang